Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Congo and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Skarface to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
Oblivians,
Kayak,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Inner City,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Avey Tare,
Audionom,
Steve Hackett,
Hasil Adkins,
UT,
The Smoke,
The Index,
The Modern Lovers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Nik Kershaw,
Brass Construction,
Monolake,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Eurythmics,
Neil Young,
Albert Ayler,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kurtis Blow,
The Seeds,
K-Klass,
Andrew Hill,
Todd Rundgren,
KRS-One,
cv313,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pole,
Scott Walker,
the Bar-Kays,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Kinks,
Pantaleimon,
Camberwell Now,
Thompson Twins,
Ponytail,
The Happenings,
The Velvet Underground,
Yusef Lateef,
Amon Düül II,
Wings,
The Litter,
Unwound,
Erykah Badu,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Saccharine Trust,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Depeche Mode,
John Coltrane,
Thee Headcoats,
Faust,
Ronan,
Black Sheep,
Rhythm & Sound,
Vladislav Delay,
Piero Umiliani,
The Trojans,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.